Page 75 of His Road Dog

Chapter 30

Priest

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NICOLE STOOD BESIDEthe bed and fingered the leather belt. Priest stayed back, watching from the doorway. She hadn't heard him come in.

His cock pulsed to life. The way she caressed the belt had him anxious to tie her up again. She seemed to like it the first, the second, and third time he'd used it on her.

There were many things he'd like to teach her, show her. Experience with her.

He gazed down her naked body. Her wet curls left trails of water rolling down her ass, pooling in the middle of her lower back, and rolling between her cheeks. He shifted, making room for his erection in his jeans.

How he felt about her wasn't like it normally was with other women. Nicole was special. He recognized her uniqueness from the start. Hell, she was the perfect woman he always wanted.

The woman he'd given up on ever finding.

The woman who had him thinking about things he never allowed himself to want.

The woman who made him fear tomorrow.

She sighed and put the belt back on the bed and turned. Raising her gaze, she found him watching her and smiled.

"Why didn't you tell me you were in the room?" She approached him and wound her arms around his neck.

He slid his hand over her hip and pressed his palm against her lower back, pulling her against him. "What were you thinking when you thought I wasn't here?"

"Mm." She raked her teeth over her lower lip. "Remembering the times you looped the belt over my neck."

"Can't forget."

"You like it when I'm scared," she said.

"No." His heart beat faster. "It's more than that."

"Tell me."

He gazed in her eyes. "It's who I am."

"I don't understand."

"I don't know what to tell you." He reached up, circled her wrists with his fingers, and put her hands behind her back. "Having control over you is important to me."

Her neck muscles constricted as she swallowed. "Just during sex?"

He pulled gently on her arms, making her shoulders go back, and her breasts come forward. "I have over three hundred men I'm responsible for. Some of those men are in prison. Some of them have a family. It takes a lot to support them all and make sure they go home at night to sleep. Sometimes, my control slips. I fail. And when I do, I lose men."

Her brows pinched together, and her hands stilled in his hair. "They die?"

These were the kinds of truths about the motorcycle club that he wanted to protect her from. But he couldn't hide what kind of man he was or who she was sleeping with.

"Yeah, babe," he whispered. "Some die."

She inhaled deeply. "Your life scares me."

"I won't let anything happen to you."

Her gaze intensified. "It's not me I'm worried about, but you."

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